Was chatting with somebody named Julie early today about poems and short stories. She mentioned Sara Teasdale, so I had to make a Sara Teasdale poem!<br/><br/>Source: Sara Teasdale
true love. When I really started loving you
Reinventing the space between her lips and mine, her tears strings of lights in the dark, her arms beds of earth birthing magnolias, petunias, and ivy.
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
By Edgar Allan Poe
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be
By Sara Teasdale
Was chatting with somebody named Julie early today about poems and short stories. She mentioned Sara Teasdale, so I had to make a Sara Teasdale poem!<br/><br/>Source: Sara Teasdale
true love. When I really started loving you
Reinventing the space between her lips and mine, her tears strings of lights in the dark, her arms beds of earth birthing magnolias, petunias, and ivy.
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
By Edgar Allan Poe
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be
By Sara Teasdale